Find Their Currency

Okay, Dr. Phil--or wait, maybe it was Dr. Dobson. No, now that I think about it maybe it was Dr. Rosemond. Oh snap, one of those doctors that knows more about raising kids than we do said something to the effect about finding a kid's currency. You know, something that hurts when it's taken away-much like when an adult driver is ticketed and fined ($$ OUCH $$) for exceeding the speed limit.

For a long, long, long time our boys haven't really had any currency. For crying out loud it was just this past Christmas that they got a PS2 and it was a pre-owned one at that. They have had bikes but when you can only ride around on your block and you have two good feet that's not much of a handicap if you get our bike taken away for failing to do chores or if you smart mouth mom. We don't have cable, direct, or dish TV- whoop-de-doo if you take away television. They don't have cell phones or myspace pages. You can imagine that when we give a stern "So, we're going to take away your legos!" we are met with rolling eyes and giggles.

Anyway, long ago we had planned to buy the boys dirt bikes when they proved they had their math addition, subtraction, multiplication and division mastered. Well, they're still working on the division mastery but we had the money (thanks to an income tax refund) and happened to find 2 clean, well-maintained, previously owned Honda XR's in the right sizes within a week. And thanks to my Son-In-Law to be, we got them for decent prices. Thanks for your help Kenning!

Guess what? Whoo Hoo!!! By 9 o'clock tonight both boys were fed, cleaned up, in pj's, teeth brushed, prayered up, and in bed with no jackin' around! We found their currency! Cha Ching!